Oh, this day. I left the hotel at 10 am and didn't make it to Sausalito until 2:15. How I thought I was going to make it to Palo Alto by the time aaronbenedict was done with work, I have no idea. To make a long story short, by the time he was done with work, I was just making it back to San Francisco from Sausalito. I knew he didn't want to have to drive to the city again, but he volunteered to come and retrieve me, for which I was indescribably grateful. He told me to find a coffee shop and park myself there, and the coffee shop I found was Tartine Cafe Francais. I got a cookie with many colored sprinkles on it, and sat outside at one of the sidewalk tables, watching the locals and enjoying the evening. San Francisco moment: While sitting there, two teenage girls skipped past me, singing "The Age of Aquarius" at the top of their lungs.

Since it was clear that aaronbenedict and I were not going to be able to make it to Palo Alto by the time Izzy's closed, I figured I'd use the time waiting for him to find us another place to eat (thank you, magic iPhone). The restaurant I found was Amba in Oakland, which turned out to be awesome. I'm not much of a fan of falafel joints, but this place was super yummy. I love happy accidents!